Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-12-17

Ceyle Davis had drifted back earlier
than usual. She somehow felt strange
yearning to be only where they had
strolled together once again, If no
more. Ali! there was deeper motive
for her punctuality than that merely.
Ceyle had fondly hoped to meet the
able and influential lawyer, the Hon.
Leslie Wayne himself. He had won
fame and fortune in his profession by
an Unparalleled stroke of genius, and
was now the NJ. @. from Ohio.
His name was down on the program
for lecture in the Tabernacle, and
she would not miss hearing him for
anything. The conjunction he men
. ting had not lain dormant.
NO, indeed; many times 1t had
goaded her in bitter condemnation.
Yes, she had regretted her decision.
If it had not been for his poverty-but
her parents had taught her, and ex-
pected her to marry wealth and posi-
ton; and society applauded this teach
ing. so what else had there been left to
do, unless she chose to fall out OF rank
socially? But within the solitude OF
her desolate, society ridden life she had
solved the problem herself, that pow
erty of purse was not, nor ever could
be such curse as poverty of soul. 1t
she only could make him believe that
she loved him, and had only been In
fear OF opposition; but that would but
prove the cowardice of heart. Oh! it
was awful, Ceyle could attest, to
wreck ones whole life to please the die
tates of society in the kingdom Of
shoddy.
The Tabernacle was crowded with
eager auditors, and Ceyle Davis sat
close to the rostrum, with wildly beat
ing heart.
The speaker was little late, they
said, owing to the detention OF the
train. Hark! that was the whistle.
Now in few moments she would see
him! see Leslie. All! there he comes,
and the loved form came through the
crowd, which made way for him re-
spectfully. There was the same kindly
face, she had only remembered in its
whiteness OF loves deep agony.
But who was that with him? Such
lovely, richly-dressed woman? It
must be-the crowd grew dim and
,whirled around Ceyle, and she clutched
the seat in front of her for support.
She must not give way like that; peo-
pie would talk.
Yes, she heard Leslie introduce the
beautiful woman to the managers as
his wife. There was no mistake; she
had caught every introduction of that
loved voice, and could not be mistaken.
She must be dying, but she must not
die here; somebody would guess why
he might imagine, and he must never
know At all hazards, she must bear
her living death, as he had borne his
once. No, she must do even better
than Leslie had done; she must not
even acknowledge wound, although
the shaft had cleft her soul.
Some one wanted to pass through the
crowded isle. Ceyle got up mechan-
ically and gave them her seat and then
went out. She never could have been
brave enough to have sat out the half
hour. No; God pity and forgive, she
would go then.
On and on she wandered aim1essly
until she found she had crossed the
bridge connecting the island with the
city. The roar of an incoming train
fell on her benunbed sense and she gave
a start. Yes, here was the depot, and
that was the homeward-bound train.
Why not 60 home? Cousin Marie
would bring her trunks if she said so.
She would; she would say suddenly
called home" that would do. Marie
knew what to do, and the train had
come.
When it left the city it carried Ceyle
with it, the most silent, white faced
lady in its coaches.
"Ah! why home SO early, my dear?"
questioned old Money-bags, who had
logged Ceyle's steps for six months,
for favorable answer to his suit.
II guess 1 couldn't stay away from
you so long," she answered with a terri
BILE lie on her soul and sickly, frozen
smile on her colorless face. But old
was so overjoyed that she
seemed to care for him, that he failed
to notice her shudder, and almost re-
coil from him, when he took her cold
hand.
And, when the wedding was an
nounced, society said "Miss Davis was
one of the favored and lucky women"
but many were puzzled to find Ceyle
such cold, proud, heartless woman
after marriage.
And. Leslie Wayne read the notice of
her wedding in society journal, and
to himself, "she has made it
win.
FOUND NEW YORK MIGHTY LARGE.
$50 you are fond Of New York2'
eyes"
"Been there often?"
''Th;s was the tenth time
Odd the city look as large as when
you first went there?"